The Changing Seasons

My day was made yesterday by a very simple thing. I happened into University Foods, the local supermarket, just to buy a paper. Still, I kicked around the store a bit to see what might catch my eye. Lo and behold, they had fruitcake.

I bought two. I love fruitcake. It's all right by me now if Christmas encroaches on Thanksgiving.

Hey, everybody's got a price.

Date Mongering

Yes, it's fun. But like with so many other fun things, it gets into overkill all too quickly.

This week alone we had Pi Day, March 14, or 3.14. An obvious math pun, following an entire day after 313 Day, March 13, celebrated (if you can call it that) in Detroit because our area code is 313. And everybody knows May 4, or May Fourth, as Star Wars Day. Our own dear Upper Peninsula likes September 6, or 906, since that's da UP's area code. 

I'm sure more will be coming out of the woodwork, because that's exactly how these things work. Anyone busy 824? I hear it'll be a blast.

Let's end Black Friday

Once there was a day called Black Friday. It was meant to launch the holiday shopping season, and was known to start as early as 4 or 5 in the morning on the day after Thanksgiving. Yet that, it seems, was not good enough. We have reached the point where the sales are encroaching so far into Thanksgiving itself that there are stores opening as early as 3 or 5PM Thursday afternoon. We are now faced with Black Thursday.

There is something seriously wrong with this picture, something which speaks to a serious ill in American society. Why do we need these sales? Why do people think they have they right to them? And before all the rabid libertarian free marketers go livid about it (no one makes them do it, what about freedom?) let's ask you two things: aren't some folks (if not most involved, quite frankly) being made to do things?, and, isn't their freedom thus being sacrificed?

It is hard to imagine that the bulk of sales and support staff at stores would rather be working than at home with their families and friends on a major holiday. The same can be said of those working arenas for sporting events as well, or even at television stations and entertainment establishments. Why do we think we have the right to expect those people to have to work for our leisure?

This isn't capitalism. It's consumerism, and it's the worst example of bacchanalia. It is the time of year when we least like free markets, and perhaps the best time to remind those who do preach them that economics aren't everything. Simple, unfettered economics may well infringe on someone's freedom as well as any government attempt to stifle a reasoned liberty. Yet there is a difference. There's at least a small chance that, with a bit of discipline at the voting booth door, we might actually stop government. Is there any way we might stop the Invisible Hand?

Anything which does not practice a decent amount self examination and a reasonable self discipline will become a devil. The free market is no different. Yet it does create quite the hypocrites among its defenders, doesn't it? They express a disdain for coercion. Yet they sure don't mind the coercion which the markets force upon people.

That strikes us as violence against the person as hateful as any government encroachment upon the person. But the free marketers won't see it. They have their own god attending to their business. And it is not constrained by care for humanity.